no.
I can’t.
I just can’t.
Please don’t do this.
I’m not asking for me as much as what I know.
Don’t do this.
Don’t run where you won’t allow me to go.
You never understood
You never heard.
If you leave
Then make me a bird.
I know you know.
Denial can’t be an escape.
It was not suppose to be this way
You can’t feel it?
You’re a liar.
You could not see the perfect shape
It was all you ever wanted
You just tried too early too make
Sense of what didn’t make sense too late
It would’ve taken shape
You just had to go ego
And live in fear
I was here to cure that
And you are making a mistake.
The feeling I can’t shake
That there’s is something there undone.
Stop this now.
Please don’t do this.
Don’t go.
I just can’t make it.
You know what I know
And I flow where you flow
It’s just someone else told us so
That we didn’t
That we were enemies.
Never true
Never heard
Not everything is everyone else’s blame.
This wasn’t a game
I’m sorry I could not do it again
Help me give it a name
Because now we know it’s full title
What are you gonna do about it?
Try something unheard of
You’d be surprised
Your eyes would never again see your demise.
Lies
Cries
Don’t do this.
I won’t make it.
My fist wasn’t for fighting but for holding on loosely until it made more sense.
Now you’re on the fence and you know which side is yours
You have the cure
I’m the meds to your sickness
The cord won’t be cut how far.
The ends of the earth or the nearest star.
You’ll think of me still.
Because how can we change what isn’t the head heart or body.. all three
But the soul.
The thing you beleive not
Well that’s why you’re so confused.
Why you tried to run away and use
Abuse something that would love been right for you.
Stay and you’ll see.
You can’t be this young forever
Neither can I.
Why can’t you even try?
Don’t do this.
Without telling me why.
You’re my only broken heart.
And you can’t even see it how it falls apart.
—C.RS
Ha I came back to read this and I don’t think I realized how sad it sounded.. I mean it is sad but it’s way sadder than I remember it being. Typical of the subject.
